Well the field trip was a semi bust. The train was an hour late, so all they had time for was to eat and go back home. No petting zoo! Damn! I felt sorry for the teacher, they had to wait 45 min at the train station to board the train before it would leave. 9 autistic kids......waiting........not good. The teacher said the last 15 min was the hardest, that is when the melt down started. They had done thier best with games & snacks, but it was really hard. The teacher said Pudd'n looked out the train window the whole ride, he really likes it.
At lunch I noticed one boy named Frank who had some pretty bad scars on both hands. I asked about them. On one hand, Frank likes to bite himself in the same spot. A LOT. So it's scar tissue that has built up. The other one that runs from just under his palm and down his arm is from when he probably put his hands through a window during a tantrum.
I thank my lucky stars every day that I don't have a child with problems like Frank. Sure autism isn't easy no matter the level of it, but some levels, like Frank make you grateful for what you do have.
Tonight is is C.Connection. I'm calling the North quarter for ritual. Since it's the week of Lammas, we are obviously doing a grain ritual. I get to be the Goddess of Oats!
Eat me!